Sleep has not touched my eyes
When the first gleam of daylight
Steals through the window-pane...
Fighting with dismal night-time thoughts
My troubled mind tosses and turns,
My heart is tormented.
My heart is tormented...
Peace be with you,
My heart, full of anguish!
Peace be with you,
My heart, full of anguish!
Peace be with you,
My heart, full of anguish!
Do you hear... do you hear the call?
The call from heaven above...
The bells ring out the Resurrection,
The bells, the bells,
The bells ringing the Resurrection
Сон не коснулся глаз моих,
А первый блеск лучей дневных
В окошко проникает…
В борьбе ночных тяжелых дум
Тревожно мечется мой ум
И сердце изнывает.
И сердце изнывает…
В борьбе ночных тяжелых дум
Все сердце изнывает.
Мир с тобою,
Сердце, полное тоскою!
Мир с тобою,
Сердце, полное тоскою!
Слышишь… Слышишь, слышишь зов?
То зов небесный…
Колокольный звон воскресный,
Колокольный, колокольный,
Колокольный звон воскресный!
«My foes will be not by my perish consoled — / They won’t have a reason to pour the false tears. / The hook, I’m to hang on, still isn’t in a board, / It’s not even forged, its ore lies in the earth. / I’ll stand up above my life’s bottomless crater, / Above all its fears and ...»
«Wake as you want, but wake in me from sleep — / In cold, and numb and bottomless a deep. I do not dream to say a single word, / But give a sign that you are in this world. Not for a long, but only for a flash. / If not in verse — in sighs or cries of flesh. Only your sigh or moan of co...»
«And you’ll have strengths enough / To see and know again / How all that was your love / Will start to bring a pain. / Your friend — without blame — / Will come a werewolf once; / You’ll be by him defamed, / By other ones — repulsed. / They will start to seduce, / And ord...»
«All perished, all! The sun, in flame and brilliance, / As did it long before, the years’ circle fulfils. / A sorrow grave deplores the past existence — / That was so beautiful — under the solemn hills. / And in the black night a white specter-mist / Waits other shades, the silent o...»